The moon hangs low over the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, casting long, silver shadows across the wooden floorboards of Liyue Harbor. While the rest of the city tucks itself away behind paper lanterns and silk curtains, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is just getting started. To know Hu Tao is to understand that her world truly begins when the sun goes down. Life in Teyvat is vibrant by day, but a night with Hu Tao is a journey into the whimsical, the eerie, and the unexpectedly profound.
In the bustling harbor of Liyue, where the sea kisses ancient stone and the scent of osmanthus wine hangs thick in the air, most citizens follow a predictable rhythm. By nightfall, the lanterns dim, the merchants shutter their stalls, and the Qixing’s millelith patrol the silent streets. But for those who know where to look—or rather, whom to follow—the night in Teyvat holds a different kind of pulse. A mischievous, fiery, and unexpectedly tender pulse. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao
She stood up, stretched like a cat, and flicked a single Mora into the harbor. "For luck. For the ones still swimming." The moon hangs low over the Wangsheng Funeral
Our first destination was not a graveyard, but a hidden grotto near Mt. Tianheng. Locals avoid this path at night due to "shadows that move wrong," but Hu Tao walked ahead of me as if she owned the darkness. In a way, she does. Life in Teyvat is vibrant by day, but
Just don’t let her “accidentally” drop you into a Domain of Mastery as a prank. She’s done it before.